A unicorn gallops like a horse, mane blowing in the wind, even if a breeze in absent. Rainbow and glitter. Sometimes with a magical tune humming in the background. Many days unicorns are nowhere to be found, they linger, they peek their head in the door- but they remain aloof. I mean they live far away in the magical kingdom right?
Dragons, they seem to lay atop the golden treasure, sparkly and shiny. Tidbits of townsfolk hoarded and hidden. Their scales are snug and thick. Layered with protection and certainty. Long spiked tales whipping in the air- creating lift. These creatures seem to fly in daily and make an appearance. They land with a thud. They breathe fire if necessary- which always seems necessary. They can leave destruction in their wake- for they are destroyers. They are acting on instinct.
I choose not to define which lessons are unicorns and which are dragons. For most educators have their own definitions of what they feel is successful or not. But, lately I have seen the scorched Earth, trails of soot- described on the Internet. I have heard fantastical stories of heroes and princesses. Castles with turrets and bright flowing flags. But also of swamps and dark forests where villains lurk.
It is a magical world of education that we live in. Haunted by ghosts of education past. Plagued by voices and mystics of education future. We dodge fireballs, hide amongst the trees and forge moats and battlefields to protect ourselves. The dragons and unicorns are visible in the skies above. But the creatures not great but small are also foraging and nestling around us. Choose to see all directions. Look up, gaze down and find your groove- I know you are amazing and your tune will guide you to the fortress or village faire you choose to reside in.
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